Upside Down and...Sideways? (open!)
Mar 27, 2013 8:30:27 GMT -5
Post by Jesse Matthis on Mar 27, 2013 8:30:27 GMT -5
Jesse had been here at Hammel for four years of his life now. He'd seen almost all of the places the school had to offer, but the training rooms remained his favorite place in all of the enormous facility. There was something about practicing, mastering his ability that gave him a feeling he wanted more than anything else: a feeling of control. It was still early, and by and large the training facility was empty. He could hear the muffled thudding, bumping, skidding, and other strange noises of a few early birds like him training nearby as he entered, but mostly it was quiet. Giving a small smile, he crossed the large facility, and entered one of the larger rooms, leaving the door open. He didn't expect anyone would be coming by, and frankly the rooms got hot and stuffy if closed up.
Jesse crossed to the center of the room, and began to stretch. This morning he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants, a tight faded gray sleeveless shirt, and black and gray athletic sneakers. It was his standard workout outfit, as he needed plenty of freedom to move while practicing. When he finished stretching, he began his training regimen. Before he practiced his powers, he did calisthenic exercises to loosen up his body. Situps, pushups, lunges and such, until he had begun to sweat, and could feel his heartbeat starting to raise. Then he crossed the room, and pulled a standing punching bag out into the center of the floor. He did cardio with the bag, punches, kicks and combinations. That let him practice his self-defense, and exercise at the same time.
Jesse had always found that exercising his body first got his mind ready to use his power; helped him to focus and clear his thoughts, which was another reason he came early to train. The dreams still came to him, even four years after leaving the hellhole of a home that he had come from. He would wake up early sweating, shaking, his mother's sobbing still in his ears, his brother quivering on the floor when he had come home that day burning behind his eyelids. Coming here and working through it helped him to clear his mind, at least for a while. As he attacked the bag, he couldn't help but picture his father. Fists clenched, face red, veins bulging as he had seen him every day since he was six years old. He ended his cardio with a punch that actually made the bag slide backwards a few inches on its base. Breathing heavy, sweat forming on his brow, he forced himself to calm down, and returned the bag to the far end of the room. It was time to practice his powers.
Floortilting gives a person an interesting perspective to view the world from. Where most people looked around a room and saw a floor, walls, a ceiling, Jesse had begun to see planes. He saw seven or eight different ways to get around the room, different angles of attack, even places to hide that no one else could get to. It was with training that he had come to think this way; he could still remember when he manifested, just suddenly being on the ceiling, looking up at people below him. Now, he was much more in control. He walked back to the center of the room, and looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling was about 15 feet up, being one of the larger training rooms. Today he was practicing slowing himself before impact with the new plane. Being that the ceiling was 15 feet up, changing planes from the floor to the ceiling would normally be like falling 15 feet through the air; something that could easily break a leg since he landed feet first. But Jesse had found that by concentrating, he could slow himself down before landing to prevent any damage.
He concentrated on a the area of the ceiling directly above him, and felt his power activate. Rather than being like jumping, he felt the world tilt around him, as if he were rotating the room so that the ceiling was now the floor. The air around him almost seemed to lighten as he watched the room spin, and then felt himself begin to fall. He closed his eyes, visualizing himself drifting slowly to the floor. At first the fall was fast, but after a moment he felt himself slow, and his feet landed lightly on the ceiling. He looked up at the ground, and smiled. His power might not be flashy like those pyrokinetics he could hear torching things in a private room not too far away, but he liked it.
He was feeling confident, and decided to try something. He had been standing on the ceiling for about a minute now, which meant it would take about 12 seconds for his power to cool down. He disengaged it, watched the room tilt, and began to fall towards the floor. At the last second, about a foot above the ground, he engaged it again, this time using the far wall as his plane. He felt the room tilt again, and his body accelerate towards the wall. It wasn't until the last second though that he remembered to slow himself, and so he landed a little harder than he meant to, going down on one knee as he landed. He winced a little at the hard impact, but smiled when he realized he had pulled it off. Walking forward, he changed his plane to normal again just as he reached the end of the wall, and easily stepped from the wall to the floor.
Jesse laid down staring up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and smiled. He ran a hand through his hair, and laughed. He was getting the hang of this.
Jesse crossed to the center of the room, and began to stretch. This morning he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants, a tight faded gray sleeveless shirt, and black and gray athletic sneakers. It was his standard workout outfit, as he needed plenty of freedom to move while practicing. When he finished stretching, he began his training regimen. Before he practiced his powers, he did calisthenic exercises to loosen up his body. Situps, pushups, lunges and such, until he had begun to sweat, and could feel his heartbeat starting to raise. Then he crossed the room, and pulled a standing punching bag out into the center of the floor. He did cardio with the bag, punches, kicks and combinations. That let him practice his self-defense, and exercise at the same time.
Jesse had always found that exercising his body first got his mind ready to use his power; helped him to focus and clear his thoughts, which was another reason he came early to train. The dreams still came to him, even four years after leaving the hellhole of a home that he had come from. He would wake up early sweating, shaking, his mother's sobbing still in his ears, his brother quivering on the floor when he had come home that day burning behind his eyelids. Coming here and working through it helped him to clear his mind, at least for a while. As he attacked the bag, he couldn't help but picture his father. Fists clenched, face red, veins bulging as he had seen him every day since he was six years old. He ended his cardio with a punch that actually made the bag slide backwards a few inches on its base. Breathing heavy, sweat forming on his brow, he forced himself to calm down, and returned the bag to the far end of the room. It was time to practice his powers.
Floortilting gives a person an interesting perspective to view the world from. Where most people looked around a room and saw a floor, walls, a ceiling, Jesse had begun to see planes. He saw seven or eight different ways to get around the room, different angles of attack, even places to hide that no one else could get to. It was with training that he had come to think this way; he could still remember when he manifested, just suddenly being on the ceiling, looking up at people below him. Now, he was much more in control. He walked back to the center of the room, and looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling was about 15 feet up, being one of the larger training rooms. Today he was practicing slowing himself before impact with the new plane. Being that the ceiling was 15 feet up, changing planes from the floor to the ceiling would normally be like falling 15 feet through the air; something that could easily break a leg since he landed feet first. But Jesse had found that by concentrating, he could slow himself down before landing to prevent any damage.
He concentrated on a the area of the ceiling directly above him, and felt his power activate. Rather than being like jumping, he felt the world tilt around him, as if he were rotating the room so that the ceiling was now the floor. The air around him almost seemed to lighten as he watched the room spin, and then felt himself begin to fall. He closed his eyes, visualizing himself drifting slowly to the floor. At first the fall was fast, but after a moment he felt himself slow, and his feet landed lightly on the ceiling. He looked up at the ground, and smiled. His power might not be flashy like those pyrokinetics he could hear torching things in a private room not too far away, but he liked it.
He was feeling confident, and decided to try something. He had been standing on the ceiling for about a minute now, which meant it would take about 12 seconds for his power to cool down. He disengaged it, watched the room tilt, and began to fall towards the floor. At the last second, about a foot above the ground, he engaged it again, this time using the far wall as his plane. He felt the room tilt again, and his body accelerate towards the wall. It wasn't until the last second though that he remembered to slow himself, and so he landed a little harder than he meant to, going down on one knee as he landed. He winced a little at the hard impact, but smiled when he realized he had pulled it off. Walking forward, he changed his plane to normal again just as he reached the end of the wall, and easily stepped from the wall to the floor.
Jesse laid down staring up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and smiled. He ran a hand through his hair, and laughed. He was getting the hang of this.
